[FIC] Cross the Line - Part 5
Title: Cross the Line 5
Rating: M (cursing)
Genre: Romance, Drama
Pairing: 8059 (Yamamoto x Gokudera)
Spoilers: None
Summary: 8059 College fic. Yamamoto and Gokudera end up in the same university as roommates, much to Gokudera’s disdain. With conflicting personalities, will this roommate arrangement work out? College life, tension, denial, sap, and silly boys’ miscommunication abound.
Author Notes:
a. Not much to say, but enjoy :)
Cross the Line 5
Gokudera,
I'm sorry for everything; I'm sorry for loving you.
-Yamamoto-
XXX
It was too early in the morning for such stupidity, but Gokudera read and re-read the letter anyway. The bomb expert's feelings were a strange mix of fury, relief, and sadness. He tried to tamper down these tumultuous emotions to no avail.
How dare that bastard? he thought in his head as he crumpled the paper and threw it against the wall across his side of the dorm. Fucking baseball idiot!
It was only last night that he and the idiot attempted to have dinner at the nice Italian restaurant. As much as Gokudera didn't want to admit it, he was looking forward to having a real nice meal other than dorm food. In addition, he was eager to make the idiot pay dearly for all those tutoring sessions. Unfortunately, this, that, and some confusing events happened, and, well, now the baseball player decided upon himself to move out.
Gokudera relived the anger at remembering Haru's stubborn persistence, especially her naivete when it came to the Tenth Generation boss's feelings. It was obvious the Vongola boss didn't want to be with her. Then the silverette's thoughts shifted to the iron-clad grip on his arm, the painful kiss, and a faint image of sad, defeated eyes.
Gokudera shook his head. “It's his choice. What's it got to do with me?” He peered at the lonely study desk in the middle of the room. “He'd better keep up with his homework, that idiot...”
The storm guardian instinctively took a cigarette out of his pocket, yearning for a taste of nicotine to calm his nerves.
XXX
“I'm so sorry, Gokudera!” the Tenth apologized, bowing repeatedly in front of him. “It's all my fault!”
Gokudera put up his hands. “No, no, Tenth! Please don't apologize!”
Tsuna looked up. “But---”
The storm guardian beamed brightly. “It's not your fault, Tenth! I think it's all for the best that he move out anyway.” He looked down at the table, away from his boss, hoping the fake grin wouldn't falter.
Both of them were in a quiet piano bar which was situated between the two universities. Tsuna had decided to treat the storm guardian upon hearing the unexpected news that Yamamoto moved out of the room they shared. The Tenth Generation boss felt guilty, and felt wholly responsible for the situation.
If only I had the guts to just tell Haru the truth... Tsuna thought miserably.
Tsuna observed his right-hand man with some worry, but decided to not say anymore. He reluctantly sat on the bar stool next to Gokudera. It was early evening, so place was quiet and serene with mostly business people eating appetizers and nursing their drinks.
“You guys fought, didn't you?” Tsuna asked slowly. “I mean, you've got.. that.” He pointed at his lower lip.
Gokudera fingered his bruised lip. It did looked terribly red and swollen. “N-no, this isn't... It's... not like that. Don't worry, Tenth; we'll be fine. We're still your guardians.”
That's not what I'm worried about. Tsuna thought.
Gokudera picked up his drink and finished the glass in one swallow. He slammed the empty glass on the counter, then motioned for another bourbon.
The bartender raised an eyebrow then eyed Tsuna.
Tsuna sighed, resting his elbows on the counter, then nodded. He hoped Gokudera wouldn't go as far as usual, since he was certain there wouldn't be a certain someone else to help him take the silverette home.
It took only a few moments before Gokudera was unable to lift his head from the bar counter. He talked unintelligibly about a certain “baseball idiot” and, to Tsuna's confusion, the man ranted about some math proof that supposedly wasn't that hard to understand.
“Ok, Gokudera,” Tsuna patiently nodded. “I think it's time to stop.” He looked around and noticed the bar was slowly becoming increasingly crowded.
“Mmmmm Tenth I'll always be your right-hand man,” Gokudera slurred. “I won't leave you... no way... not like SOME UNLOYAL people...”
“It'll work out,” Tsuna reassured.
Gokudera jolted from his seat. “It's his DAMNED FAULT!” He yelled. “Saying shit like 'I love you'.... fuck...”
Tsuna tripped over his bar stool, but held on to the counter to keep from falling. “...Yamamoto said that?”
The silverette put his head back down on the cool surface, then gave a sluggish nod. “Then he goes and fucking apologizes for saying it then leaves. What the hell! I don't understand idiots; what does he want from me?”
Tsuna paused a moment. It did seem awkward for two of his closest friends to have any feelings for each other. Though, this situation seemed one-sided to begin with, but it was still strange and awkward all in all. He inquired, “Er, well, what do you think of it?”
“Hnnnh?”
“I mean,” Tsuna said, scratching the back of his head. “what do you want from him? Uh, I think that it'll be easier to know what to do once you know what you want, right?”
Gokudera lay still for a moment. His mind was too fuzzy to contemplate deeply into the situation, but he did comprehend what his boss was asking.
What the hell do YOU want? Gokudera's conscience lectured. You're mad because the idiot left when that's what you wanted in the first place.
Shut up.
You're free of him now.
He didn't have to leave. Fuck.
Gokudera felt his eyes sting. He clenched his teeth, trying to will the negative thoughts and emotions away.
Nobody wants me. Nobody loves me. It's all bullshit. his thoughts echoed. Everyone leaves me anyway. He felt a small pit of nausea on the back of his throat. Shit, why the fuck am I getting all emotional about this.
“G-gokudera,” Tsuna stuttered. “Are you ok? Sorry! I didn't mean to make you feel bad.” He fumbled around for a table napkin then handed it to his friend.
The right-hand man lifted his head, then numbly touched his face. His cheeks were stained wet.
It's the alcohol. Yes... that's right...Just the alcohol.
“I'm sorry,” Tsuna apologized profusely. “Let's go home, OK? I'll help you back to the dorm.”
Gokudera could only nod numbly and let his boss help him get up from his seat.
XXX
Yamamoto didn't feel like going to the bar, but he didn't feel like staying at his senpai's dorm all alone. Hence, he smiled his usual smile and agreed with some friends from the baseball team to go out for a few drinks. The group really wanted to get together and celebrate a member's birthday, so he figured it's a great opportunity to forget what happened the night before.
“You sure you want to go?” Ken, Yamamoto's senpai and current roommate, asked. “You could have stayed at the dorm, you know.”
Yamamoto continued to walk in silence. They were a few steps behind, following a group of fellow varsity players trekking their way to some place they've never heard of.
Ken sighed as he patted his fellow teammate on the back. “I don't know all the details, but I know that guys like that are more trouble than their worth. Just keep focused on class and baseball; it'll be less headache for sure.”
Yamamoto shrugged, attempting an air of nonchalance. “He's actually a really good guy.”
Ken ran a hand through his blonde hair irritably. The state that Yamamoto was in the evening before was devastating. A man who usually smiles and takes life like a free ride was suddenly sulking in the corner and staring out the window like a listless zombie. It was a sad sight, and he found the situation unforgivable.
Ken lectured, “The team's worried about you hanging out with a punk like that. If it wasn't for his merit scholarship and how the professors all fawn over his amazing intellect, he'd be ousted. You need to be more careful, or he'll drag you down with him.”
“Hmmm. I don't know. Your temper is no better,” Yamamoto stated nonchalantly.
“Whatever. Shut up,” the blond growled.
“Gokudera really isn't that bad,” the raven haired man reassured his companion. “He's the reason I'm able to pull up my grade and stay with the team.”
“Huh?! That guy tutored you?”
Yamamoto grinned. “Yep. Damned amazing teacher, too.”
Ken paused, observing the bitter-sweetness of his friend's smile. “So... why did you leave your dorm again?”
Yamamoto smiled quietly in response. “We're falling behind the group. Let's catch up.”
Ken frowned then hustled the pace to catch up with the rest of the team. He let the subject drop, hoping that a few drinks in a new place will cheer up their ace player.
XXX
End of chapter.
Rating: M (cursing)
Genre: Romance, Drama
Pairing: 8059 (Yamamoto x Gokudera)
Spoilers: None
Summary: 8059 College fic. Yamamoto and Gokudera end up in the same university as roommates, much to Gokudera’s disdain. With conflicting personalities, will this roommate arrangement work out? College life, tension, denial, sap, and silly boys’ miscommunication abound.
Author Notes:
a. Not much to say, but enjoy :)
Cross the Line 5
Gokudera,
I'm sorry for everything; I'm sorry for loving you.
-Yamamoto-
XXX
It was too early in the morning for such stupidity, but Gokudera read and re-read the letter anyway. The bomb expert's feelings were a strange mix of fury, relief, and sadness. He tried to tamper down these tumultuous emotions to no avail.
How dare that bastard? he thought in his head as he crumpled the paper and threw it against the wall across his side of the dorm. Fucking baseball idiot!
It was only last night that he and the idiot attempted to have dinner at the nice Italian restaurant. As much as Gokudera didn't want to admit it, he was looking forward to having a real nice meal other than dorm food. In addition, he was eager to make the idiot pay dearly for all those tutoring sessions. Unfortunately, this, that, and some confusing events happened, and, well, now the baseball player decided upon himself to move out.
Gokudera relived the anger at remembering Haru's stubborn persistence, especially her naivete when it came to the Tenth Generation boss's feelings. It was obvious the Vongola boss didn't want to be with her. Then the silverette's thoughts shifted to the iron-clad grip on his arm, the painful kiss, and a faint image of sad, defeated eyes.
Gokudera shook his head. “It's his choice. What's it got to do with me?” He peered at the lonely study desk in the middle of the room. “He'd better keep up with his homework, that idiot...”
The storm guardian instinctively took a cigarette out of his pocket, yearning for a taste of nicotine to calm his nerves.
XXX
“I'm so sorry, Gokudera!” the Tenth apologized, bowing repeatedly in front of him. “It's all my fault!”
Gokudera put up his hands. “No, no, Tenth! Please don't apologize!”
Tsuna looked up. “But---”
The storm guardian beamed brightly. “It's not your fault, Tenth! I think it's all for the best that he move out anyway.” He looked down at the table, away from his boss, hoping the fake grin wouldn't falter.
Both of them were in a quiet piano bar which was situated between the two universities. Tsuna had decided to treat the storm guardian upon hearing the unexpected news that Yamamoto moved out of the room they shared. The Tenth Generation boss felt guilty, and felt wholly responsible for the situation.
If only I had the guts to just tell Haru the truth... Tsuna thought miserably.
Tsuna observed his right-hand man with some worry, but decided to not say anymore. He reluctantly sat on the bar stool next to Gokudera. It was early evening, so place was quiet and serene with mostly business people eating appetizers and nursing their drinks.
“You guys fought, didn't you?” Tsuna asked slowly. “I mean, you've got.. that.” He pointed at his lower lip.
Gokudera fingered his bruised lip. It did looked terribly red and swollen. “N-no, this isn't... It's... not like that. Don't worry, Tenth; we'll be fine. We're still your guardians.”
That's not what I'm worried about. Tsuna thought.
Gokudera picked up his drink and finished the glass in one swallow. He slammed the empty glass on the counter, then motioned for another bourbon.
The bartender raised an eyebrow then eyed Tsuna.
Tsuna sighed, resting his elbows on the counter, then nodded. He hoped Gokudera wouldn't go as far as usual, since he was certain there wouldn't be a certain someone else to help him take the silverette home.
It took only a few moments before Gokudera was unable to lift his head from the bar counter. He talked unintelligibly about a certain “baseball idiot” and, to Tsuna's confusion, the man ranted about some math proof that supposedly wasn't that hard to understand.
“Ok, Gokudera,” Tsuna patiently nodded. “I think it's time to stop.” He looked around and noticed the bar was slowly becoming increasingly crowded.
“Mmmmm Tenth I'll always be your right-hand man,” Gokudera slurred. “I won't leave you... no way... not like SOME UNLOYAL people...”
“It'll work out,” Tsuna reassured.
Gokudera jolted from his seat. “It's his DAMNED FAULT!” He yelled. “Saying shit like 'I love you'.... fuck...”
Tsuna tripped over his bar stool, but held on to the counter to keep from falling. “...Yamamoto said that?”
The silverette put his head back down on the cool surface, then gave a sluggish nod. “Then he goes and fucking apologizes for saying it then leaves. What the hell! I don't understand idiots; what does he want from me?”
Tsuna paused a moment. It did seem awkward for two of his closest friends to have any feelings for each other. Though, this situation seemed one-sided to begin with, but it was still strange and awkward all in all. He inquired, “Er, well, what do you think of it?”
“Hnnnh?”
“I mean,” Tsuna said, scratching the back of his head. “what do you want from him? Uh, I think that it'll be easier to know what to do once you know what you want, right?”
Gokudera lay still for a moment. His mind was too fuzzy to contemplate deeply into the situation, but he did comprehend what his boss was asking.
What the hell do YOU want? Gokudera's conscience lectured. You're mad because the idiot left when that's what you wanted in the first place.
Shut up.
You're free of him now.
He didn't have to leave. Fuck.
Gokudera felt his eyes sting. He clenched his teeth, trying to will the negative thoughts and emotions away.
Nobody wants me. Nobody loves me. It's all bullshit. his thoughts echoed. Everyone leaves me anyway. He felt a small pit of nausea on the back of his throat. Shit, why the fuck am I getting all emotional about this.
“G-gokudera,” Tsuna stuttered. “Are you ok? Sorry! I didn't mean to make you feel bad.” He fumbled around for a table napkin then handed it to his friend.
The right-hand man lifted his head, then numbly touched his face. His cheeks were stained wet.
It's the alcohol. Yes... that's right...Just the alcohol.
“I'm sorry,” Tsuna apologized profusely. “Let's go home, OK? I'll help you back to the dorm.”
Gokudera could only nod numbly and let his boss help him get up from his seat.
XXX
Yamamoto didn't feel like going to the bar, but he didn't feel like staying at his senpai's dorm all alone. Hence, he smiled his usual smile and agreed with some friends from the baseball team to go out for a few drinks. The group really wanted to get together and celebrate a member's birthday, so he figured it's a great opportunity to forget what happened the night before.
“You sure you want to go?” Ken, Yamamoto's senpai and current roommate, asked. “You could have stayed at the dorm, you know.”
Yamamoto continued to walk in silence. They were a few steps behind, following a group of fellow varsity players trekking their way to some place they've never heard of.
Ken sighed as he patted his fellow teammate on the back. “I don't know all the details, but I know that guys like that are more trouble than their worth. Just keep focused on class and baseball; it'll be less headache for sure.”
Yamamoto shrugged, attempting an air of nonchalance. “He's actually a really good guy.”
Ken ran a hand through his blonde hair irritably. The state that Yamamoto was in the evening before was devastating. A man who usually smiles and takes life like a free ride was suddenly sulking in the corner and staring out the window like a listless zombie. It was a sad sight, and he found the situation unforgivable.
Ken lectured, “The team's worried about you hanging out with a punk like that. If it wasn't for his merit scholarship and how the professors all fawn over his amazing intellect, he'd be ousted. You need to be more careful, or he'll drag you down with him.”
“Hmmm. I don't know. Your temper is no better,” Yamamoto stated nonchalantly.
“Whatever. Shut up,” the blond growled.
“Gokudera really isn't that bad,” the raven haired man reassured his companion. “He's the reason I'm able to pull up my grade and stay with the team.”
“Huh?! That guy tutored you?”
Yamamoto grinned. “Yep. Damned amazing teacher, too.”
Ken paused, observing the bitter-sweetness of his friend's smile. “So... why did you leave your dorm again?”
Yamamoto smiled quietly in response. “We're falling behind the group. Let's catch up.”
Ken frowned then hustled the pace to catch up with the rest of the team. He let the subject drop, hoping that a few drinks in a new place will cheer up their ace player.
XXX
End of chapter.